Volume 3 — SUMMER IS COME
Reading edition
Summer is come; the corn is in the ear, The haze is swimming where the beeches stand; Summer is come, though winter months be here— My love is summer passing through the land.
Summer is come; I hear the skylarks sing, The honeysuckle flaunts it to the bees; Summer is come, and 'tis not yet the spring— My love is summer blessing all she sees.
Summer is come; I see an open door, A sweet hand beckons, and I know That, winter or summer, I shall go forth no more— My heart is homing where her summer-roses grow.